“I washappywhen I thought you wouldn't be here this weekend,” she spat.
“Ouch. You wound me,babe.” I snorted when she let out an exasperated groan. “Listen, let’s not act like I didn’t just do you a favor.Ambrose?Really? He sounds like a walking red flag. And look how fast he caved under just a bit of pressure. He folded faster than a wet paper bag. You don’t want someone like that.”
“Do not presume to tell me what I want,” Morgan chastised. “I didn’t ask for your damn opinion.”
“Well, lucky for you, it’s on the house,” I quipped. “And you’rewelcome.”
“God, you’re so fucking annoying.” She crossed the street. “Since we’re right here by Oasis, you’re taking me inside and covering my tab for therestof the night.”
“Dinneranddrinks?” I chuckled, earning a questioning look from her. “I covered yoursandlittle Ambrosia’s bill since you both skipped out likedelinquents. Again, you’re welcome. Now, back to this whole dinner and drinks thing…so, what I’m hearing is, we’re now on a date.”
“The hell we are!” she spat.
I shrugged with a smirk. “Sounds like one to me.”
Chapter 25
“These would look socute on your front porch.” I gestured to a set of Adirondack chairs on display outside a storefront.
Callie chuckled as she looked at me. “I don’t evenhavea front porch yet, Mo.”
“But youwill.” I grinned. “And when youdo, these would be great to sit in to look at that perfect view of the beach you’re going to have.”
“You’re the expert.”
Callie and I just finished getting our nails done and were now walking around downtown Bayport early Saturday afternoon. She wanted to go out to do something since Lucas had gone golfing with Wes and Gabe that morning, so we were doing some shopping.
We stopped in one of the clothing boutiques, and we both did some damage before forcing ourselves to leave. As we walked out, Callie’s phone chimed with an incoming message. “They’re done golfing, and Luke wants to know if we want tomeet at Harbor House for lunch.”
My stomach grumbled at the mention of my favorite diner. “I’m game.”
Callie and I decided to walk up the boardwalk to Harbor House, taking advantage of the nice weather—it was November, and nice days were becoming more and more scarce. When we rounded the corner toward the entrance, Lucas and Gabe stood outside, waiting for us.
Lucas looked at the bags in Callie’s hands with a chuckle before meeting her gaze. “What did you buy, baby?”
“Stuff.” She shrugged with a smile. “I may have gotten you a present or two.”
“Oh?” he playfully questioned as he slipped his arm around her waist.
She nodded with a chuckle. “How was golf?”
“Wes kicked both of our asses,” Gabe answered.
“As usual,” Lucas added.
“Speaking of, where is the resident pain in the ass?” I asked.
“He had a lunch date,” Gabe replied. “That’s why he made such an early tee time.”
“Hm,” I hummed, fighting back a smile. “Interesting. And I suppose a diner wasn’t good enough for a lunch date?”
“He was meeting her a couple blocks over at that new sushi place, Kabuki,” Lucas said.
Thank you. It was moments like this that made me more grateful than I already was that our friends didn’t know about our secret or the game we played. They’d never give up information so easily if they did.
Lucas and Callie turned and walked inside the diner. Gabe held the door open and gestured for me to go ahead. “Uh…actually, I’m still full from breakfast, and I have a presentation to give Monday for a new project at work that I want to try and finish up before we go out tonight.”
“You sure?”
